Monday, November 19, 2012

"Faraway," by Gerry Bevers

Sometimes I wanna go faraway, Not to crowded cities like LA. But to a place with a quiet, blue bay, palm trees, sand, and a shady cafe.

Start my mornings with a fish filet, Coconut juice and a nice fruit tray.Discuss the politics of the dayMeet and greet and exchange hearsay.If a cute, young waitress comes my way,I'll smile and order a fruit frappe.If she smiles back, winks, then says, "Okay,"I'll wish I weren't so old and grey.